The moon The silver plate, the silver plate Is cracked, the crab's back Bleached with sun, the stacks of Basalt pillars by the pier You standing near With all those Russian novels in your head Fingernails freshly painted red, soft against the bed
I want The smell of me, smell of me To cling to your clothes When you walk through The city or sit in repose Like sweet Sappho Touch electric blue, I think of you Carrying flowers through the cobbles of the zoo
To know you when you are Alone as wren in winter (You are without, within) See you dance upon the Tiles of a Turkish temple (You are without, within) To hear you laughing in the Lounge at late night TV (You are without, within) To wrap my arms around your Waist at indie discos (You are without, within) Oh, to be so blessed
Snow Began to fall, first snowfall Outside The concert hall The wind whipped your shawl, carried whispers Siren calls and alcohol Kiss by the walls Of the empty street, never discreet Warmed by whiskey neat, blue notes and offbeats
To know you when you are Alone as wren in winter (You are without, within) See you dance upon the Tiles of a Turkish temple (You are without, within) To hear you laughing in the Lounge at late night TV (You are without, within) To wrap my arms around your Waist at indie discos (You are without, within) Oh, to be so blessedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
